This punch with the momentum of wind and thunder was like a thousand pounds, causing Lin Hua and the three people behind him to take a few steps back. After stopping, I saw a clear fist mark on Lin Hua's face instantly, and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

Several people from the Yuxiao Sect were dumbfounded, and Lin Hua was even more dizzy, and finally reunited his gaze. When he saw the man's face clearly, he was shocked: "Zhang Fengmian! ”

Lin Ye and Zhao Zhen looked at this familiar figure that suddenly appeared, their eyes widened in surprise, and at the same time, they said in unison: "Little junior brother!" ”

Before everyone could figure out why Zhang Fengmian suddenly appeared here, he made another move.

Zhang Fengmian clenched his fists, kicked his right leg the ground, and in an instant, the dust flew up, and he rushed towards Lin Hua again like an arrow from the string.

The fist was like a gang, the attack was strong, and even the surrounding space appeared a slight distortion that was not easy to detect.

"Presumptuous!"

The three people around Lin Hua were already responsible for protecting him, how could they watch Zhang Fengmian's fists fall on Lin Hua's face again and again at this moment.

If Zhang Fengmian finds another chance, it will not only hurt Lin Hua's face, but the face of the entire Yuxiao Sect.

"You still want to do something to my junior brother, are you air to us?"

Among them, the person from the Yuxiao Sect in the early stage of the Quenching Yuan Realm stepped forward, and his spiritual light flowed in one hand, forming a palm print, and slapped it at Zhang Fengmian.

It is worthy of being a person who is two great realms higher, as soon as he made a move, although it was only a simple palm, there was an invisible huge suppressive force that attacked Zhang Fengmian.

Zhang Fengmian knew the power of that palm, but he didn't dodge in the slightest, and the direction of his fist was as usual, and he still hit Lin Hua's face.

Even if he is desperately injured, he has to vent his evil anger for Lao Huang.

But after all, there was a gap in cultivation, and the palm print of the Yuxiao Sect disciple was obviously faster than Zhang Fengmian's fist, and when he was still two or three steps away from Lin Hua, the palm print had already arrived in front of him.

Looking at Lin Hua's smug face, Zhang Fengmian's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

Seeing that the palm print was about to hit Zhang Fengmian, at the last moment, he only felt two violent red lights suddenly passing by his side.

The next moment, Zhao Zhen instantly appeared between Zhang Fengmian and the palm print.

I saw him holding the whip in both hands and yelling: "You are the senior brother?" So is Lao Tzu! Then he turned around, nodded to Zhang Fengmian, smiled appreciatively, and said loudly: "I have a senior brother here, go up and do him with confidence!" ”

Zhang Fengmian was stunned at first, then smiled, and his speed exploded again. A figure turned, overriding the confrontation between Senior Brother Zhao Zhen and the disciples of the Jade Xiao Sect, and rushed in front of Lin Hua again in an instant.

At this point, it is no longer difficult to use only your fists.

He threw a false punch, and Lin Hua lowered his head to dodge. When the latter straightened up again, he found that Zhang Fengmian had already jumped high, his right leg kicked straight, like a sharp sword falling from the sky, and the next moment, he kicked heavily on Lin Hua's chest.

Rumble!

After a short and dull thump of blows, Lin Hua flew out upside down like a rag.

Zhang Fengmian took advantage of the situation to flip his body, and did not forget to give the other two people who were guarding Lin Hua's side a kick one by one.

After landing on the ground, his legs quickly accumulated and exploded again, his left hand clenched into a fist, and the spiritual power of his right hand inspired the silver long sword in the distance.

When the long sword arrived, Zhang Fengmian's momentum changed suddenly, his eyes were bright, and his body was cold, like an ancient killing god.

He slashed his sword with both hands, and the blade was covered with a layer of white mist, faint but with a chilling aura.

That's, a wisp of sword energy!

The chaos that had long been attached to the long sword was shocked, this wisp of sword qi did not belong to any of his previous masters; This wisp of sword qi was actually cultivated by Zhang Fengmian, who had been practicing swords for less than half a year!

As the ninth sword spirit, he is really familiar with the hardship and difficulty of cultivating sword qi, but he didn't expect Zhang Fengmian to hold the sword for a long time? It is already able to generate a wisp of such sword qi!

But Zhang Fengmian himself didn't notice this, he just held the sword with both hands and slashed at Lin Hua, who had not yet stood firmly.

Zhang Fengmian's speed was too fast, surpassing the cognition of the people present for the body refining realm, so that Yuxiao Sect and the others had no time to react at all.

Originally, the two people from the Spirit Realm wanted to go up to stop Zhang Fengmian, but after being kicked by the latter, their chests seemed to be pressed against a high mountain, making the two of them feel breathless, and they couldn't move at the moment. Seeing this, the other disciples didn't dare to go up and fight with Zhang Fengmian.

Could it be that Lin Hua is going to die here?

"Zhang Fengmian!"

Seeing that his sword was about to slash at Lin Hua's head, at the critical moment, Lin Hua threw out a turquoise thing, and after a loud shout, he bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood on it.

In the next moment, the turquoise light instantly became ten times larger, turning into a hard tortoiseshell shield, firmly enveloping Lin Hua underneath.

The sword and shield collided, and a deafening sound like rolling thunder erupted, and the sound waves turned into substance, spreading in all directions, like small hills, pressing on everyone's hearts, even those with higher cultivation levels present were unbearable.

Zhang Fengmian held a sword to compete with the tortoise-patterned armor shield, and after being nourished by Lin Hua with essence blood, a faint pattern appeared on the surface of the armor shield.

Although Zhang Fengmian has only officially embarked on the road of refining weapons not long ago, thanks to the treasure left by his mysterious master, his refining skills have improved rapidly, and his eyesight to distinguish the level of artifacts is also a rapid progress.

Looking at the tiny patterns like ants floating on the surface of the armor shield, Zhang Fengmian was shocked in his heart, this magic weapon had already reached the level of a beginner-level magic weapon.

There are many types of magic weapons in the world, and they are of different qualities, but they are roughly divided into three levels - spirit, law, and immortal, and each level is divided into three levels: primary, middle, and high.

The so-called spiritual treasure is different from the mundane vessels, and it needs to be cast and refined with some high-quality spiritual materials that are naturally raised and inspired. After it is made, it can communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, or be urged by the monk's own spiritual power, so as to achieve an effect that cannot be achieved by ordinary weapons.

Although the spirit treasure is only the lowest level of the immortal magic weapon level, it is not easy to refine a spirit treasure. Otherwise, Hongzhong would not have been regarded as a craftsman by the Xuanwu Kingdom just because he had refined a high-level spirit treasure.

As for the magic weapon, not only the requirements and conditions for the casting materials are extremely harsh, but the casting method is even more difficult, and many refiners may not be able to forge a real magic weapon in their lifetime.

The reason for this is that the so-called magic weapon must have a sigil that represents the law of heaven and earth after the casting is completed, even if this sigil is as small as a mustard seed, it is enough to make this magic weapon burst out with a power that exceeds that of a high-level spiritual weapon several times.

And if you want to condense the law sigil on the magic weapon, the refiner not only has to refine it in an extremely superior quality container, but also has strict requirements for his own cultivation, after all, the higher the cultivation, the more he can feel the power of the law of heaven and earth, and the more he can resonate with it, and the higher the success rate of casting the magic weapon.

Therefore, the refiners who are generally able to cast magic weapons are definitely not lower than the Jindan. And the price of a magic weapon is immeasurable.

Now that Lin Hua can get such a magic weapon, it is needless to say that his solid family background is not to mention, in addition, he must have also met a refiner who is at least in the realm of Jindan.

Seeing that Zhang Fengmian was obviously stunned for a moment, Lin Hua seized the opportunity to take out a short knife from his waist.

The handle of this short knife was golden yellow, Lin Hua's hand shook, and the blade emerged from the handle, spreading out like the wings of a bird, emitting bursts of aura fluctuations.

It turned out to be a high-level spiritual weapon!

Everyone present was shocked. Even if Moon Bay is a rich place in the northern part of Dongyu Continent, all kinds of immortal forces are scattered, and they all have huge wealth, but if they want to take out a high-level spiritual treasure and a first-level magic weapon at one time, any sect will have a pain in the flesh.

"This kid has so many treasures?!"

Although Zhao Zhen had been in a stalemate with the disciples of the Yuxiao Sect, his attention had always been on the side of the junior disciple, and he was also shocked when he saw Lin Hua take out two treasures in a short period of time.

"Do you think everyone is as depressed as your Shinto sect? I can't even come up with a decent magic weapon. It is estimated that when the elders and disciples of your sect got out, they didn't forget to empty your treasure house! ”

The corners of the Yuxiao Sect's disciple in the Quenching Yuan Realm rose up, and he said contemptuously with sarcasm.

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Zhen kicked the guy in the stomach, turned around and looked at Zhang Fengmian again, and found that Lin Hua's guy was making a small movement in his hand, and he was about to use the high-grade spirit treasure's folding feather knife to carry out a sneak attack.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

Zhao Zhen was no longer entangled with the disciples of the Yuxiao Sect Quenching Yuan Realm, and turned around and was about to rush towards Zhang Fengmian's side.

But Lin Hua had already thrown the knife out the moment he spoke.

The golden feather folding knife swirled in the air, and then stabbed at the back of Zhang Fengmian's head.

"What confidence do you have to kill me? Yes! Zhang Fengmian, you are a lowly breed from the wilderness, you should be like your mud-legged father, you have been a lowly tenant farmer all your life, what justice do you want? ”

Lin Hua suddenly had a hideous face, and sneered: "In Lin'an City, my Lin Mansion is fair; When I get here, my Yuxiao Sect is fair. You stinky mud legs, you deserve to kneel at my feet for the rest of your life, just like your damn father, pitifully begging me to give you a little rough chaff! ”

Seeing Zhang Fengmian's face becoming more and more gloomy and angry, Lin Hua's expression became more proud.

He glanced at the unadorned silver pigment sword in Zhang Fengmian's hand, and a sarcastic smile once again appeared on his face.

"You think you can kill me with this broken sword? Do you know that this Xuan tortoiseshell shield is the handiwork of a Jindan craftsman, and the folding feather knife behind your head is also our fellow countryman, the new craftsman Hongzhong personally sent the Lingbao to the door in order to please our Lin family......"

Speaking of this, Lin Hua's complexion changed drastically, and his appearance was extremely crazy.

As the young master of the Lin Mansion, he is a veritable head snake and soil emperor in Lin'an City. But after arriving at this Moon Bay, he was repeatedly dismissed by a mud leg who he had always looked down on.

This time, he almost killed Zhang Fengmian with a sword, which made him feel as if he had been greatly insulted, how could he bear it?

He roared at Zhang Fengmian: "And you, a poor and white scumbag, what qualifications and confidence do you have to think that you can compete with me Lin Hua, and even want to take my life?" ”

"I didn't have a wild thing taught by my father and mother since I was a child, if it weren't for our Lin Mansion's help, your family would have died earlier, but you don't know how to be grateful. Since your father and mother teach you every opportunity, let the master tell you how to be grateful to the master! ”

Lin Hua's wrist twisted, flashing to the blade of the feather folding knife behind Zhang Fengmian's back, and suddenly spread out piece by piece, like a feather, from all directions, aiming at Zhang Fengmian's neck and stabbing down!

"You deserve it!"

Zhang Fengmian was already extremely angry, and at this time, the anger in his heart was boiling with spiritual power, and it was injected into the exquisite ghost ball given to him by the mysterious master.

The next moment, Tiangong flew out in a flash, suspended above Zhang Fengmian's head, and the twenty-four layers of relief spheres rotated wildly, and the mountains and rivers engraved on it, the classics of sages, rare and exotic grasses, birds and beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all emerged, with a monstrous power like the advent of heaven, and the blade of the folding feather knife around Zhang Fengmian's neck was shaken into powder.